Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Advance #49: Somebody Got A Compliment Today
Your boy Denny Dance is strutting down the avenue after his bi-weekly Honduran prostate massage when a curvy, doe-eyed minx darts out of the shadows and stands before me, catapulting a look of raw animal passion my way.
As it turned out, I had made her acquaintance on JDate.com a few weeks back, but had apparently failed keep our rendezvous after getting a free nod to see a tight little Frampton cover band out of Tempe.
That obviously didn't quell the carnal urges within the ballsy lass, because she proceeded to hurdle right to the foreplay (kneed me passionately in my Dennyparts) and, mirroring my ad ("Jump To The Head Of The Ticket Line To See Your Very Own Christian Bale"), agreed that I looked "just like a fucking ugly Christian Bale."
I know. Hot.
Remind me to drop her a page this weekend so we can take our purely physical relationship to the next level.